A Poem for JusticeA Poem by JulijanaIn the light of current protests, started by students, against the corrupt government, and my own frustration with lack of justice in Serbia, and what I experienced while voting for the first time.The 2nd of April, but it's still a joke the people have voted - they've made it clear five years of darkness, they chose with a sneer for themselves, their children and also for me. "It's a success!" they yell and cheer, of course it is, of course it is... The dead have voted, made their stand "Show them to me!", I demand. But I have seen and heard enough the living voted - it wasn't tough but they can't tell me why they did, for a better future?! who do they kid? I'll tell you why they gave their vote: a job, a sandwich, a bag of flour... Oh how they gloat in our sinking boat, it makes me angry, it makes me sour! 2000 dinars - it's all it took they took the bait and bit the hook. Although his face was all I could see, a million billboards, a muddy sea my middle finger is all he got my vote, I swear, can't be bought. I voted against the system, I did, one voice indeed, but it was mine to give. Others they only buried their heads, oh what a bother to stretch their legs. Now people protest in freezing rain, I only worry there's nothing to gain. Because he laughs, and drinks his tea, and to the press he says, "Let them be." My first time voting - oh what a blast! I grind my teeth because this will last Will this make me leave, I don't know, I suppose I'll wait for another low... My only message to adults out there: there's no one else - you're the ones to blame. Younger generations, think with your heads, there's power in numbers, pick up the threads! Younger generations, listen, I beg you and plead: The leaders will follow when the people lead. © 2017 JulijanaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJulijanaSerbiaAboutHi there! I'm Julijana a 19-year-old from Serbia. I'm new to writing, but I have been an avid reader for a long as I can remember. Which most probably resulted in me wearing glasses today... but what .. more..Writing
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